The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Edited from the Best Printed and Manuscript Authorities, with Glossarial Index, and a Biographical Memoir, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1865 |
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... heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O ...
... heart - rending throe ! Farewell , my Bess ! tho ' thou'rt bereft Of my parental care ; A faithful brother I have left , My part in him thou'lt share ! Adieu too , to you too , My Smith , my bosom frien ' ; When kindly you mind me , O ...
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... Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the scathe an ' banter We're forced to thole . Hale be your heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! of Burns . 15 As through the cliffs he sank him down- ...
... Uphill , down brae , till some mishanter , Some black bog - hole , Arrests us , then the scathe an ' banter We're forced to thole . Hale be your heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! of Burns . 15 As through the cliffs he sank him down- ...
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... heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray - hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven ...
... heart ! Hale be your fiddle ! Lang may your elbuck jink and diddle , To cheer you through the weary widdle O ' this wild warl ' , Until you on a crummock driddle A gray - hair'd carl . Come wealth , come poortith , late or soon Heaven ...
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... heart's like a child , And your life like the new - driven snaw , Yet that winna save ye , Old Satan must have ye ... hearts are the stuff , Will be powder enough , And your skulls are a storehouse of lead , And Calvin's sons , your ...
... heart's like a child , And your life like the new - driven snaw , Yet that winna save ye , Old Satan must have ye ... hearts are the stuff , Will be powder enough , And your skulls are a storehouse of lead , And Calvin's sons , your ...
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... heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But Jessy's lovely hand in mine , A mutual faith to plight , Not ev'n to view the Heavenly choir , Would be so blest a sight . EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , 2 . D of Burns . 33 ON ...
... heart , As , Jessy , thou hast done . But Jessy's lovely hand in mine , A mutual faith to plight , Not ev'n to view the Heavenly choir , Would be so blest a sight . EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS . SAY , Sages , 2 . D of Burns . 33 ON ...
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aboon Allan Cunningham Amang auld auld lang syne Balmaghie banks Birks of Aberfeldy blast blaw blithe bonie lass bonie Mary bosom braes braw Burns wrote canna cauld charms Chloris CHORUS claut dearie Deil e'en e'er EPITAPH Eppie fair Farewell flower frae gane Gavin Hamilton glen green gude hame heart Highland Highland laddie hill ilka Jamie John Barleycorn Kilmarnock kiss laddie Laird lassie lo'es Lord luve Mauchline maun monie morning nae mair naething nane ne'er never night Nith o'er owre roar sang simmer sing soger song sweet syne tear thee There's Thomson thou thro thyme troggin TUNE verses wander warl weary weel Whigs whistle wild Willie win my love wind winna ye'll ye're young
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